(Sandy) Alex G-Bobby

 

Who is (Sandy) Alex G?

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At only 24 years old, Sandy, or aka Alex G…Alex Giannascoli, has a huge catalog of songs and eight albums to date. His latest album, Rocket, was released only last month, but a few songs trickled out earlier in anticipation of the fourteen song album. “Bobby” is one of them. After seeing him live at Savannah Stopover two years ago, I knew he had something special. I really couldn’t put my finger on it. His show made me strangely curious. He rarely looked out in the audience, rocked back and forth, and at times sang softly and occasionally only mumbled some of the words but then would surprise the audience with shouts.

I now recognize these mannerisms as refreshing, endearing, and a part of his appeal. There was something genuinely naive and tender about his confessional lyrics and unrefined whisper-singing voice. On each album, he explores and dabbles in lyrical stories teamed with the addition of sounds and styles. Rocket is the same, on steroids, but it seems more intentional and measured. Chunks of styles prevail throughout the album, electronic, blues, southern rock, pop, folk, and alt-country music. Each song is carefully wrapped in distinction and a bit of youthful experimentation, but more thoughtful. Perhaps his style is growing and developing as he becomes a bonafide adult.

Perfect fodder for a couple of depressing, rainy days after a lovely week long vacation at the beach. I needed interesting music more than ever!

After listening to the album over and over, the song “Bobby” stood out. As a listener, I felt as if I was eavesdropping an intimate confession of a love. The fiddle and the banjo emphasize the light expression of affection and the unusual ease at which one might sacrifice it all, or withstand any condition, for continued companionship. A song with an undeniable charm.

Listen.

(Sandy) Alex G- Bobby

“Bobby’s just a friend of mine
He’s on his back
I’m on his mind
He wakes me when he goes to work
His hands are cold
His breath is smoke

I’d leave him for you
If you want me to
I’d leave him for you
If you want me to
I’d leave him for you
If you want me to
I’d leave him for you
If you want me to

Do you forget when we first met
You grabbed my hand
I tore your dress
I felt things I cannot express
But I lost my way
I made my mess

I’d clean it for you
If you want me to
I’d clean it for you
If you want me to
I’d clean it for you
If you want me to
I’d clean it for you
If you want me to
But I know what you’re doing
I know what you’re doing
I know you
I know you
I do I do I tell you what

I paint pictures of my heart
The colors blue and purple start
To bleed into an endless dark
It’s only you it’s only you

I’d burn them for you
If you want me to
I’d burn them for you
If you want me to
I’d burn them for you
If you want me to
I’d burn them for you
If you want me to

But I know what you’re doing
I know what you’re doing
I know you
I know you
I do I do I tell you what”


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